The pattern of refections mesmerizes me. Makes me dizzy. I often feel a vertigo peering into the reflections between the wharves where light and water become animated with a never ceasing display, that will never repeat itself.
Berlin Mills Wharf Reflection
Lobster boats and their gear are reflected and transformed on the water surface between wharves in a never ending ballet of patterns. This is a straightforward image; no filters, photoshop or manipulations. It is what it is.
Two Seagulls and a Crane.
Merrill Wharf near the Portland Fish pier. Portland, Maine
Heroes of the Working Waterfront
Net repair on Merrill Wharf, Portland, Maine.
Net Repair on the Desert of Merrill Wharf, Portland,Maine.
Captain and crew with the help of a crane service, service fishing nets.
Goddess of Coastal Bait Company, Portland Maine.
She’s as kick ass as she is kind. Truly a Hero of the Working Waterfront.
He told a story. Heartbreaking. And full of love.
We lost this man this past year. A loss to anyone who knew him. May you know peace. May you have known love.
Outside the Welder's Shop
It’s always what’s left behind that tells an unspoken story.
That You Called Me
Something forlorn about a drifting fishermans’ glove.
Horizon at First Light, Floating
Winter marina at dawn.
The Wonders of the Waterfront.
The Wonders of the Waterfront.
Her coming undone was actually her revealing what she was made of. Boatyard Lesson #34823734848568
Her coming undone was actually her revealing what she was made of. Boatyard Lesson #34823734848568
Even rocks move if you are able to hang around for several millennium.
Even rocks move if you are able to hang around for several millennium.
Seen aboard DETERMINATION
Seen aboard DETERMINATION
He waits until everyone has left. All I can think and feel is...he is so young. He tells me he overdosed...
Dear Anonymous,
He waits until everyone has left. All I can think and feel is...he is so young. He tells me he overdosed yesterday. Alcohol. Meth. He is partly humbled. Partly cocky. Maybe having walked that dizzying line and made it. He tells me this is is 5th or 6th time. I don't really know in this moment if he is grateful to survive or pissed off. I don't know.
He'd like some water. A coffee card. Coffeecake. Socks.
And he drifts off while he continues to speak. Talking on and on. It doesn't seem to matter that no one listens.Now he's down the street. I will beep later as I drive by and he will not lift his head, focusing on the bricks ahead of him.
I asked the other guys about so and so, where's he been?
'Got his 'script. On a benzo bender for 2 or 3 days. Then he tries to steal ours.'
Meanwhile there is a small chorus of thank yous. Thank you Dear Anonymous.
Night Heron walking the bridge.
Night Heron walking the bridge.
Sometimes it's just this. A smile or two. A nod. A slightly lifted hand off the thigh suggesting a wave...
Sometimes it's just this. A smile or two. A nod. A slightly lifted hand off the thigh suggesting a wave. Sometimes it's so little and it's almost always so much.
—with Stu Jones
Early out at Union Wharf.
Early out at Union Wharf.
At Work On Water At Work On Land
At Work On Water At Work On Land
Memory from June 21st, 2011 - with Stu Jones
Delphiniums had my attention this morning. Image after image of delphiniums...
Delphiniums had my attention this morning. Image after image of delphiniums. I return home delphinium drenched to discover a waterfront friend has died. Amongst other things, delphiniums are used to remember loved ones who have passed. I remember you Todd Miller. Condolences to your family and friends.